It
sucks being the son of a super villain. At home, Harry spends half of
his time getting medical treatments and the other half tied up in his
father's underwater lair. It was different when his mother was alive,
but she disappeared when Harry was six. He can't seem to stay out of
trouble at school, and his new roommate, Antonin, thinks he’s a spaz,
but somehow Harry has to find a way to stop his father's evil plans.

Antonin Karganilla wants to become a comic book artist, but other than
that, being gay is the most normal thing about him. His uncle is an
aquatic plant man, his aunt is a molecular biologist back from the dead,
and his mom is an overprotective pain in the butt. Antonin's in
boarding school and it's starting to look like he and this Harry kid
might have a lot in common... and that means a whole new set of
problems.

Excerpt:

Harry
browsed through the shelves of comics, unable to actually concentrate
on the titles, but it gave him something to do while Antonin unpacked.
“Now aren’t you glad you came here?” Antonin asked.

More than anything. Harry put Issue #499 of Meta-Cop back on the shelf and turned around. “Yes. Antonin?”

“Yeah?” Antonin looked up from the pile of socks he was stuffing into the top drawer of his dresser.

“Thank you.”

“Sure.”

“You know you really shouldn’t go to all this trouble for me.”

“It’s not trouble.”

“But—”
The self-recrimination he was about to offer up as evidence of his
worthlessness died on his lips as he took in the expression on Antonin’s
face.

Antonin left the socks and came
to stand in front of him. They were no more than two feet apart. “I
wasn’t sleeping,” said Antonin.

“Huh?”

“On the plane. I wasn’t sleeping.”

Oh. Harry hung his head. Was it possible to actually die of shame?

But then Antonin touched Harry’s
upper arm and took another step closer. He stood on his tiptoes, and
put his other hand on Harry’s shoulder. Oh.

The
first brush of Antonin’s lips against his unleashed a torrent of
feeling through Harry’s whole body. Warm fog, icy needle rain, thunder,
and shocks of white-hot lightning—a hurricane raged inside him. He was
surprised to find them still standing in the middle of Antonin’s tidy
room and not flying around bouncing off the walls along with everything
else that wasn’t nailed down.